Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.